Homeward bound

To the Big Smoke! Which should be called the Wet Rag today. Or the Saturated Sponge. Or the Concrete Swamp. 

A place where ducks are happy, water rats ecstatic and slugs slide with delight. 
A place where grown men weep silently at the wheel of their massive SUVs, looking at red tail lights distorted through bitter tears, in an unending line of LED headlights glued to crimson tail lights. 
Stuck in a wet, miserable traffic jam that will never go anywhere. 

Ever.